#105 Tank Tops - Zayn - NOT MINE

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Zayn: You sighed, waking up to a loud crash. The spot next to you in bed was empty, leaving you alone to the room. Sitting up in the sheets, you smirked looking around your bedroom, where you could see the mess you had made last night. There had been no time to watch out barriers or breaking things. You lifted yourself up, whining to your sore, aching body, while slipping on your lace panties and Zayn's American flag tank top. The minute you limped out of the bedroom, the whole livingroom filled with laughter and applause. You turned around to look at four laughing boys who looked at you devilishly. "Well, what do we have here?" Louis teased, making you turn pink. "Leave her alone jerks," Zayn smirked, pulling you to his embrace, "Good morning love."

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